"No way…"
Marcus couldn't help muttering under his breath, a flicker of jealousy rising before he could suppress it.
As the crimson knight rode her Flame Charger up the hill, her figure became clearer with every step forward. She was tall and graceful, her posture straight and unyielding, like a lotus standing proudly above still water, elegant and composed, impossible to overlook and even harder to dismiss.
Her presence alone carried a quiet authority, and combined with that violet-red armor, the effect was nothing short of striking.
Even with her face hidden behind a bronze mask, there was no doubt she was beautiful. If anything, the concealment only deepened the impression she gave, adding a layer of mystery that made it difficult to look away.
